After we bowed, I was summoned to the front of the class. I stood facing Sensei Hiro, with Sensei Robert at my side. I saw the back of the belt contai...ed the same Japanese characters, stitched in red, that were on Sensei Jim’s 6th Dan belt - «道場 久川 裕» - signifying the dojo of Hisakawa Hiro. If this belt were simply a replacement of my current 3rd Dan belt, I would wear it proudly, displaying the name of my «shihan».“This is an important day in the history of this dojo,” Sensei Hiro said, with. ”Melissa asked, a little angry, “So that’s how it is? Everything’s a test? I have to look for the hidden purpose in every gift you give me?”Erik nodded thoughtfully, “Sometimes. Look, if there had been traumas hidden away, they could have spilled out in very destructive ways, and done real damage. Still could, for that matter.”Erik grimaced for a moment, “I am your dom. Your Master. You have given me an enormous trust. Your safety is, at least partially, my responsibility now. I am taking you. I milked my cock a few more times to drain all the juice, it was only a few drops I could feed him, but he liked it.“Thank you Uncle Tony,” he said and smiled, drops of cum still on his left eyelid that he was keeping closed. I swept the cum with my finger and put it in his mouth.“My boy,” I said, “I know what you want and I know what you like. We have our secret now, and I promise not to tell anyone … or else … you know Auntie Kate how angry she gets.”We stayed in bed next to each other and. And a pair of black flats. The black flats wouldmatch the new black purse Mom bought him yesterday.Sitting in front of the mirror with the deftness of an expert he pulledhis below the shoulder length hair back and stuffed it into a redscrunchie, he wished he could have bangs, because he thought pony tailslooked so much better with bangs. His hair was a problem, even with thelong hair back in vogue for boys, his was soft almost girlish and theboys teased him about it, some times the girls would.